My son’s class is going to visit a rest home nearby and sing patriotic songs to the residents for Veteran’s Day. Sounds cool, so whatever, right?
Yesterday I got an email from someone I think is either the music person at the school or the rest home person. It’s been forwarded all over the world a few times and has half the planet’s email addresses on it, but here’s what it looks like when you get to the meat of it:
Personally, if I were old enough to live at a rest home, I don’t think I would care much for a bunch of kids coming in and singing to me. Maybe if I’d been a veteran it might mean something. Who knows, though, maybe when I’m over 70 I’ll be a little softer. I might even like the idea of playing the guess-the-song game by then.
What I’m pretty sure I won’t dig is competing with my neighbors for luxury items like lotion, Kleenex, Chapstick, Tic Tacs, or candy… especially sugar-free candy.
My first thought was how lame these gift suggestions are. How old do you have to be before you are happy to win some tissue? So I’m thinking this event is going to be kind of lack-luster at best.
Then the Dark-side kicked in. What if they are really jazzed to get a Tic Tac? What if stuff like lotion and Kleenex are kept under lock and key in this place? What if these people have to earn the right to use Chapstick in their rest home? I’m envisioning POW camps where inmates might scramble over each other for a bowl of cold rice or potato peel.
We sent him in with a lap blanket, magnifying glass, and some other stuff. Turns out the other parents donated from the list, but everyone was happy anyway.
Happy Veterans Day
